a marvel - I so fondly remember the magnificent falls in Ontario many, many moons ago!!! They were truly the best (says the Swiss girl who thinks that, besides a.m. she is ever so lucky to call the most beautiful country her home country...)Also, your recent photo of a wooden ´path' (forget the English word for it, it's too early for my brain) in the lake nearly made me cry with emotion... such beauty and serenity. I dearly miss my lake (live in France, nr Paris, no lakes, no sea)

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These pages, too, are nothing other than talking leaves—their insights stirred by the winds, their vitality reliant on periodic sunlight and on cool dark water seeping up from within the ground. Step into their shade. Listen close. Something other than the human mind is at play here.

David Abram, Becoming Animal

When we deliberately leave the safety of the shore of our lives, we surrender to a mystery beyond our intent.